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summary: in which you ask the lads boys if you can put a collar on them.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: MDNI / NSFW (obvi), xavier is down and confused, zayne is a delight, rafayel is weird (and mentions abo dynamics...yes i feel insane...no do not bring up the insanity...please), sylus is a little freak, caleb is a Big Freak. no explicit mentions of gender (!!!), allusions to/implied violence (briefly in sylus's), and obviously mentions of kinks/sexual content LOL. that's it (i think)
p.s. this is based on a req hehe. i hope you like it (even if just a little bit ^^)
a/n: this was actually so fucking fun to make i like making them weird freaks please i love leaving my full time job to come home and talk about 3D game characters barking for you...do not mention this...ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
summary: in which the lads boys catch on to your spending addiction.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: xavier is jealous (mentions of lumiere...think of him as like...almost having a kpop idol type of fame for this LOL), zayne is silly, rafayel is stupid, sylus is lovely, and caleb is barely holding it together. mentions of (playful) jealousy, miiiinor suggestiveness, otome gameplay LMAO, and gender neutral (!!!) that's it (i think)
p.s. this is based on a req by @miceonvenus108 YAYYY i hope you like it venus you're #thegoat เดฆเตเดฆเดฟ(๏ฝกโขฬ ,<)~โฉโงโ
a/n: this was actually very fun to make despite me putting it off for like no reason (forgive me...). i'm also the biggest supporter of stan-supporter bf sylus...he'd love it idk...ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
Youโd been on the bed for a while, flat on your back, doing nothing in particular. Xavier was at his desk doing the quiet, focused kind of nothing that looked like everything, eyes on the screen, completely still except for the occasional blink. You watched the back of his head for a moment before you said it.
โXavier.โ
โYes?โ
โCome lie on me.โ
The typing stopped. He turned his head, not fully, just enough to look at you sideways. โLie on you?โ
โYeah. Full body. I want the pressure.โ
He pushed back from the desk and approached the bed, pausing at the edge to look down at you, then at the available space, then at you again.
โFace up or down?โ he asked.
โWhat?โ
โDo you want my faceโโ
โJust โ however. Come on.โ
When he lowered himself down it was carefulโboth forearms coming to rest on either side of you first, taking his own weight before he let it drop slowly. His face ended up tucked against your neck, which didnโt seem to be something heโd planned, but he didnโt adjust it. The solid press of him settled over you immediatelyโwarm, grounding, real in the way that things with actual weight always were. He fit against you more naturally than either of you expected.
His breathing evened out quickly. He didnโt fidget.
You moved your hand up into his hair without really thinking about it, and you could feel the small, almost the way his body loosened at the touchโenough that you nearly laughed.
โYouโre going to fall asleep,โ you pointed out.
โI am,โ he agreed.
You scratched gently at his scalp and felt the quiet, involuntary way he pressed closer.
Neither of you moved for a long time after that.
๐๐๐๐๐
Heโd been standing at the kitchen counter reading through case notes when you came and leaned in the doorway. He didnโt look up, but the slight shift in his posture said heโd clocked you.
โCome lie down with me.โ
โIโm in the middle of something.โ Still not looking up.
โZayne. Put it down.โ
He did look up then. His gaze moved over your face. Then he set the papers down, stacked them, and came.
He sat on the edge of the bed first, his fingers brushing your ankle as he passed. Then he positioned himself with one arm sliding beneath you rather than leaving you flat, and his weight settled inโchest to chest, one leg draped over yours, his arm drawing across your back in a hold that was firm without being tight. He didnโt overthink the arrangement. He just settled, like heโd decided exactly how this was going to go before he even lay down.
โYour shoulders are tense,โ he said.
โI know.โ
Without fanfare, he reached up and pressed his thumb into the base of your neck, working a slow, deliberate circle. His mouth brushed your hairline, his nose nuzzling lightly against your skin. Then his hand moved once along your sideโa slow drag from shoulder to waistโand stilled again, tucked around you like it belonged there.
Outside, rain had started against the window, faint and steady.
โAnything happen?โ
โNo. Justโโ You exhaled. โNothing. I just wanted this.โ
You turned your face into his jaw, and he turned his into your hair, and the case notes stayed folded on the counter for the rest of the evening.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
Heโd been following you around the apartment for the better part of an hour for no discernible reasonโpicking things up, setting them back down, asking questions he didnโt wait for answers to. When you finally sat down on the bed, he appeared in the doorway within seconds, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
You looked at him. โCome here and lie down on me.โ
He pointed at himself. โYou want me to justโฆ land on you?โ
โYes.โ
โLike, fully?โ
โYes, Rafayel. Fully.โ
He grinned, pushed off the doorframe, and made his way over. He flopped down onto you with a small bounce and then wriggled around adjusting himself until he was comfortable, which took longer than it needed to. He shifted his arms twice, nudged your shoulder with his nose, shifted againโand then finally, finally, went still. His face pressed into the side of your neck and stayed there, completely unapologetic about his weight.
โOkay,โ he announced. โIโm here. Iโve arrived.โ
โYou really have.โ
The weight of him was warm, and he had absolutely no intention of movingโobvious from the way his entire body went lax within about thirty seconds.
He went quiet. That lasted another thirty seconds before asking, โAm I doing it right?โ
โYouโre not doing anything, youโre just lying there.โ
โIโm providing a service,โ he said, muffled against your neck.
You laughed, and he made a smug noise against your collarbone. His lips pressed to the side of your throat. Then again, a little higher.
โRafayel.โ
โWhat? Iโm just lying here.โ
๐๐๐๐๐
You looked at him across the room and said, โCome here and lie down on me.โ
He looked at you. That attention of his settled over you and stayed there, and the faint curve at the corner of his mouth told you heโd already decided before heโd even moved.
โYou want me, hm?โ he asked, wanting to hear you say it.
โI did just say that.โ
He crossed the room without a word and stood over you for a momentโjust long enough to make you feel itโbefore he came down. One hand braced beside your head as he lowered his weight gradually, like he was giving you the chance to change your mind. The pressure of him arrived in stages; his chest against yours, his legs along yours, and then his face, finally level with your own.
He was warm and heavy, and he looked at you from this close without looking away. His hand moved from beside your head to your faceโjust the backs of his fingers, dragged slowly from your temple to your jaw, the touch so deliberate it barely felt like it counted.
Then he dropped his head. His lips pressed to your cheekbone and stayed. Move to your temple. Then his face tucked alongside yours, jaw against jaw, and he exhaled slowly against your skin like heโd been holding something and had only just let it go.
His eyes were still open. โBetter?โ
โGetting there.โ
The amusement had mostly left his face. โYou could have just said you wanted me close.โ
โYouโd have enjoyed that too much.โ
He hummed. โAnd this Iโm not enjoying?โ
One arm wrapped beneath you. The hold was closeโcloser than the moment asked for, the kind of closeness that was its own answer to a question neither of you had said out loud.
His thumb traced your side, once. Then stilled.
๐๐๐๐๐
โLie on me.โ
He grinned. โLie on you?โ
โFull body. Right now.โ
โSo you want me to justโโ He gestured vaguely between the two of you.
โCaleb.โ
โIโm doing it, Iโm doing it. Activating blanket mode.โ He dropped onto the bed like it was the most natural thing heโd ever been asked, swung himself over you, and settled his weight down with no hesitation. One arm slid beneath your shoulders, the other spread flat across your back and pressed you gently in toward him as the rest of him came down. He was solid and warm, and he fit himself to you so easily it almost felt rehearsed.
You could feel the moment he actually settledโsome tension in his shoulders that heโd been carrying all day quietly releasing, his body going heavier and softer at once. His thumb moved at your side, slow and rhythmic, not quite thinking about it.
A beat of silence.
โIs it working?โ he asked.
โYouโve been on me for four seconds.โ
โRight, right.โ He lasted another ten before his hand moved to your forehead, fingers brushing across it slowly. His thumb traced the edge of your ear.
โYou do this thing,โ he said, voice dropping a little, โwhere you donโt ask for things until you really need them.โ
You didnโt answer.
His arms tightened, pulling you further in. โI donโt mind. You can just say so.โ He pressed his mouth to your temple and held it there a moment too long to be casual. โAnytime.โ
The word landed somewhere it was meant to. You turned your face slightly toward him and felt him smile against your skin before he tucked his chin back down.
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Caleb's food tastes different. It's amazing, but it's almost as if he can never get the flavor quite the same as he used to.
He's a lot moodier. He's always been a little hot-blooded when it came to MC's safety. But before the explosion, he was able to hide it better. Now, his bad moods linger underneath fake smiles. He laughs while his eyes are an unending storm.
His touch is firmer. He doesn't realize he's doing it. His grip is too tight and sometimes his hugs hurt a little.
He never talks about his interests anymore. It's always about what MC wants and how MC feels. When old interests are mentioned he shrugs them off. It's as if he's forgotten how to enjoy anything outside of MC.
On that note, Caleb recalls memories of him and MC with perfect clarity yet hardly mentions memories of anyone else, especially Josephine.
He's openly possessive. Pre-explosion, he gave himself plausible deniability. The new Caleb, however, doesn't bother hiding it.
When MC brings up certain places or people, it's like a switch flips. Caleb gets cold and cagey, seemingly at random. He switches back just as easily.
During arguments, Caleb is either deflecting with humor or trying to intimidate MC with vague phrases that don't make sense.
So, uh... my first LADS fanart. I'm currently playing around with my art style, and idk, apparently my brain settled on... this. I need to change some parts of his facial features, but I'm mostly drawing this for funsies so... yeah lol.
Have this cleaned up sketch as a little offering ๐คฒ๐ผ โจ๏ธ I'll colour this one hehe, I'm actually having lots of fun!
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The apartment was a quiet, suspended stillness where nothing asked anything of either of you. Xavier was on the couch, ostensibly reading, though the book had been open to the same page for ten minutes. You were cross-legged on the other end, watching him not read.
โXavier.โ
โMm?โ
โWould you still love me if I turned into a capybara?โ
The page turned. You were almost certain he hadnโt read a single word on it.
โ...What?โ
โA capybara. If I just woke up one day and I was one. Would you still love me?โ
He finally looked up. The book lowered incrementally, like he was deciding whether this conversation merited his full attention.ย
โYouโd be a rodent.โ
โYes.โ
A pause. โA large one.โ
โThe largest, technically.โ
He studied you quietly. Then his eyes moved to your hands. Then your face. Then somewhere in between, the way they did when he was running through something, building a picture.
โWhen did this start?โ he asked.
โWhen did whatโโ
โThis feeling.โ Heโd shifted forward slightly, elbows coming to rest on his knees. โIs it gradual, or did you wake up with it? Any other symptoms like unusual heaviness, difficulty regulating temperature, peripheral visionโโ
โXavier, Iโm not actually turning into a capybara.โ
โYou came back from the No-Hunt Zone 64 two days ago.โ His voice was even, careful. โThere was that protocore fragment we couldnโt fully analyze. The residual Metaflux reading was atypical. If it had a morphogenic property, something like that could theoreticallyโโ He stopped. His eyes narrowed fractionally. โYouโre not asking because of the fragment.โ
โNo...? Iโm asking because itโs a hypothetical.โ
A pause. A different kind this time.
โA hypothetical,โ he repeated.
โYes, Xavier. Just a question.โ
He leaned back. Something in his face settled, the concern dissolving back into its usual calmness, though not entirely. You got the impression he was filing the fragment concern away rather than discarding it entirely.
โOh,โ he said.
Then, after a moment; โWould you still be you? Your thoughts. Yourโโ he gestured vaguely, the way he always did when words werenโt cooperating, โโeverything else.โ
โLetโs say yes. Trapped in there. Tiny capybara eyes, completely aware.โ
He was quiet for a long moment.
โThen yes,โ he said finally, with an assuring nod. โIโd still love you.โ
โYouโd justโฆ love a capybara.โ
โIโd love you.โ He picked the book back up. โThe body is irrelevant.โ
You stared at him. He turned a page. You genuinely could not tell if heโd thought this through entirely or not at all, and somehow both possibilities were equally believable.
โWould you take me to the park? Let me sit in the water feature?โ
โ...The one near the east plaza is cleaner.โ
โXavier.โ
โYes?โ
โYouโre a little strange, you know that?โ
He glanced at you over the top of his book. The corner of his mouth movedโbarely, but it moved.
โYouโre the one who asked about the capybara stuff.โ
You settled further into the couch cushions, pulling a blanket across both of your laps. The quiet rebuilt itself easily, the way it always did between you. It was only later, when you got up to make tea and passed behind him, that you noticed his phone on the armrest. A search tab still open;
Protocore morphogenic degradation rate, fragment classification B-tier and below.
Heโd looked it up. At some point during the conversation or after, heโd actually looked it up.
๐๐๐๐๐
Zayne was supposed to be off work, which meant he was at his desk reviewing files instead of resting, which you had long since stopped arguing about. Youโd planted yourself in the armchair across from him with a book of your own, coexisting in the particular comfortable silence.
He was circling something in a case file with a red pen. Youโd been watching him for a while.
โZayne?โ
โHm?โ
โWould you still love me if I barked at strangers on our date?โ
The red pen stopped.
He looked up with the expression he reserved for patients whoโd been ignoring his medical advice.
โBarked,โ he repeated.
โYes.โ
โAt strangers.โ
โPassersby. Fellow diners. The waiter, potentially. Anyone who caught my eye, really.โ
He set the pen down with the precise measured placement of a man deciding how much of his attention this deserved, and arriving at more than heโd like. โWhy,โ he said, โwould you do that?โ
โI didnโt say I would. I asked if youโd still love me if I did.โ
He looked at you for a long moment with the expression he used when distinguishing between what a patient was asking and what they actually needed to know. โIs this something youโre considering doing?โ
โHypothetically.โ
โThat isnโt an answer.โ
โItโs a very good answer.โ
He exhaled through his nose and picked up his coffee. The slight compression of his mouth was doing a great deal of work. โYouโd be sitting across from me,โ he said, โat a restaurant Iโd made a reservation at, and youโd bark at strangers.โ
โEnthusiastically.โ
โIโd want to be clear,โ he said, with the careful diction of someone navigating a sentence on principle, โthat I would not join you.โ
โYouโd want to, though.โ
He looks at you through the rim of his cup, not the slightest impressed. โI would not.โ
โJust a little. Somewhere, deep downโโ
โNo.โ He picked the pen back up, which clearly meant the conversation was over, except that he didnโt start writing. โIโd be mortified,โ he said, to the file. โI want that stated clearly. Sitting across from someone who is barking at strangers would beโฆ deeply embarrassing for all parties involved.โ
When he reached for his cup again, there was something in the downward angle of his gaze that made him look, briefly, like he was working very hard to stay on the correct side of something.
โBut youโd stay,โ you said, surely.
A pause that lasted exactly long enough to be revealing.
โYes,โ he said. โIโd stay.โ He finally put the pen to the paper. โIโd request a booth with better privacy next time. If it went beyond that, Iโd ask for a secluded booth and request we donโt come back.โ He glanced up onceโquick, dry, and with that particular expression he saved for moments when he was being precise about something he didnโt fully want to say.ย
โSo thatโs a yes. Youโd still love me.โ
โI already said yes.โ
โYou said youโd stay. I want the actual words.โ
He looked at you over the rim of his glasses with the expression of a man who was aware he was being maneuvered and had decided to let it happen anyway.
โYes,โ he said. โObviously. Donโt make it into something.โ
You smiled. He went back to his file. Two minutes of quiet passed.
โYou thought about it,โ you said. โBarking back. Just once.โ
โI did not.โ
โFor about half a secondโโ
โNo,โ he said, without looking up, and turned the page.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
He was on the phone with Thomas, which meant he wasnโt reallyโthe device was balanced on the windowsill while he worked, and Thomasโs voice was becoming increasingly frantic about something exhibition-related that Rafayel had apparently agreed to and immediately forgotten. You could hear โI just need to confirm the timeline, Rafayel, itโs one questionโ drifting across the room with the resigned energy of someone whoโd been having this exact conversation for years.
Rafayel was adding a layer of cerulean to a canvas.
You waited until heโd wrapped upโa cheerful โweโll talk later, Thomas, stop worrying so much, it makes you look oldโโand then, in the quiet that followed;
โWould you still love me if I muted you mid-call?โ
He turned around.
The brush stayed raised. His expression took a moment to fully arrive, starting at neutral and traveling through something that landed decisively in deeply, theatrically wounded.
โYouโd mute me,โ he repeated.
โHypothetically.โ
โYouโd mute me,โ he emphasized once more to give you a chance to change your answer if might.
โWhile you were talking, yes. Justโโ you mimed the tap of a button. โGone. Silence.โ
He set the brush down. Oh, this was serious, apparently. He turned fully to face you with the particular quality of attention he usually reserved for a canvas that had started doing something interesting, except in reverse.
โDo you understand,โ he said, โwhat it takes to get five minutes with me? Interviewers have been trying for months. Months. Thomas has a whole spreadsheet. People have written letters.โ He moved closer, and there was a gleam in it now, the performance already delighting him as he built it. โMy voice, specifically, has been described, and this is a direct quoteโas a spiritual experience. And you would justโโ another mime of the button, his own this time, accompanied by a small, mock offended exhale.
โI might.โ
โYouโd really do that to me?โ He looked at you with his chin slightly tilted, the look he gave things he was pretending to find tragic. โAfter everything?โ
โI said hypotheticallyโโ
โI would never do that to you,โ he said, with a slight pout on his lips. โNever. You could be telling me about your grocery list, alphabetically, reading every ingredient on every label, and I would be listening.โ He picked the brush back up. โBecause itโs your voice.โ
โThatโs very sweet, but youโve fallen asleep on calls beforeโโ
โI was resting my eyes.โ
โYou snored.โ
โI rest loudly.โ He turned back to the canvas. โAnd that is completely different from deliberately silencing someone, which is... which is frankly mean, is what it is.โ He made a mark on the painting that was possibly just to have something to do with his hands. โAnd you want to know the worst part? Iโd call back. Immediately. The second you muted me, Iโd call back.โ
โAnd if I muted you again?โ
He glanced over his shoulder. The theatrics had thinned just enough for something else to show through, that particular look that came out when he forgot to keep it managed.
โIโd keep calling,โ he said simply. โUntil you picked up.โ A pause. โYouโd answer eventually. You always do.โ
You opened your mouth, and closed it.
โSo yes,โ you said. โYouโd still love me?โ
โObviously.โ He turned back to the canvas. โBut Iโd like an apology.โ
โYouโd get a very small one.โ
โIโd accept it.โ A beat. โAnd then Iโd make you listen to an hour of me talking on speakerphone so you understood what youโd been missing.โ
โThat sounds like a punishment.โ
โItโs a gift,โ he huffed. โYouโre welcome.โ
His ears, you noticed, had gone the faint pink they got when something had landed and he didnโt want to make a thing of it. You watched him paint for a while, the afternoon light doing something gold and unhurried through the studio windows.
โYeah,โ you said eventually, mostly to yourself. โI know youโd call back.โ
He didnโt answer. But the pink didnโt go away.
๐๐๐๐๐
The record was mid-side, something slow and warm that filled the penthouse without demanding anything of it. Sylus was at the shelf, turning a small piece of amber over in his fingersโopaque, irregular, genuinely unspectacular, which was probably exactly why heโd bought it. The N109 Zone glittered below the windows in its usual state of low, industrious chaos.
You were on the couch. The question had been sitting in your head for about ten minutes looking for an opening.
โWould you still love me if I turned into a mashed potato?โ
He didnโt stop turning the amber. But the small rhythm of it paused for just a beat.
โMashed potato,โ he said, to the shelf.
โYes.โ
He put the amber down and turned around, and the look on his face was already doing something. The kind of expression that meant heโd decided this was going to be interesting.
โIโd eat you,โ he said.
โExcuse meโโ
โYou said mashed potato.โ He walked toward the couch in a lax manner. โIf you turn into a food, Iโd eat you. Thatโs just logical.โ
โThatโs horrifying.โ
โYou brought up the potato.โ He settled at the other end of the couch, that almost-smile still exactly where it had been, and there was a brightness to his expression nowโthe particular animation that came out when something genuinely entertained him. โThough Iโll be honest with youโโ he tilted his head, โโif you turned into an antique vinyl, Iโd play you. Every evening. Iโd know every skip, every worn groove.โ A pause. โYouโd be my favorite song.โ
You opened your mouth and found you had nothing to say.
โAnd if you became a stoneโโ he continued, as though this were a perfectly normal progression of thought, โโeven if itโs not a particularly shiny oneโโ a look, brief, that dared you to argue, โโIโd have the finest display case in the N109 Zone built around you. Velvet lining. Lighting that costs more than most peopleโs apartments.โ He paused, apparently considering the specifics. โYouโd be the centerpiece.โ
โYouโd put me in a display case...โ you deadpanned.
โIโd cherish you in a display case.โ He reached over and took the glass from your hand with the calm ease of someone whoโd decided it was his now. โThe mashed potato, thoughโyes. Eaten. Immediately. I donโt negotiate with potatoes.โ
โYou canโt justโโ
โKitten.โ The almost-smile finished becoming a wider one. โYes. Obviously yes. To every version of you.โ He sipped the drink. โThough I do prefer this one. She asks better questions.โ
The record reached the end of its side. The needle tracked quietly through the runout grooveโa soft, repeating hiss that neither of you moved to stop.
โYouโd really have a display case built?โ
โIโd commission it tonight, if you want,โ he said, without any hesitation at all, in the tone of someone who was only partly joking and very much wanted you to sit with not knowing which part.
You looked at him for a moment. The amber piece was still on the shelf where heโd left it. Heโd turned it over in his hand for twenty times by now.
โYou and your collection,โ you huff.
Something shifted in his expression. โEverything I collect,โ he said, โI keep.โ He handed your glass back. โThatโs the only rule Iโve ever applied consistently.โ
The record hissed on. You leaned back into the cushions, and a moment later his arm settled along the back of the couchโnot quite around you, but close enough that the warmth of it reached you anyway.
๐๐๐๐๐
Heโd been talking about wind shear for about six minutes, which you understood was a real and serious phenomenon and also that Caleb would talk about it for six more minutes without noticing if you let him. His hands kept moving,ย tracing the shape of an approach path in the air between you, unconsciously, the way they always did when he was explaining something he actually cared about.
โโand the thing about crosswind correction is that most people overcorrect, they lose confidence in the aircraft when actuallyโโ He caught your expression. โYou stopped listening, Pips.โ
โIโve been listening.โ
โYou went somewhere else around the three-minute mark.โ
โI came back.โ
He laughed, easy and quick in the way that things were easy when it was just you, no rank involved, no distance between now and all the years before it. โSorry. I know itโs not exactlyโโ
โNo, keep going,โ you said. โActuallyโฆ First, would you still love me if I clapped when the plane landed? Every time?โ
He stopped.
The laugh was still fading from his face, which made the pause funnierโhim sitting there mid-expression, recalibrating.
โClapped?โ he repeated to make sure.
โApplause. Full clap. Maybe a little cheer.โ
โEvery landing?โ
โEvery single one.โ
He ran his tongue over his teeth, and that was the tell, that was what he did when he was actually thinking about something rather than just reacting. Then he laughed again, properly this time, a little helpless, tilting his head back.
โYouโd be embarrassed,โ he said. โRight? Youโd be the only one. Everyone else just collects their bags and youโre justโโ he clapped three times, slowly, demonstrating, โโputting in full effort while everyone looks at you.โ
โMaybe I wouldnโt be embarrassed.โ
โYouโd be a little embarrassed.โ He was grinning now. โThough I guess, Iโd be the only pilot alive with someone in arrivals who actually clapped.โ He considered this with some satisfaction. โThatโs not nothing.โ
โSo thatโs a yes.โ
โI mean, obviously, yes.โ He shook his head, still grinning. โBut hereโs the thingโโ and something shifted in his expression, โโIโve taken you up, what, four, five times now? Private aircraft. Smooth approaches every one of them.โ He tilted his head. โYou never clapped.โ
โI was trying to be cool.โ
โYou were trying to be cool.โ He repeated it like he was tasting how absurd it was. โFor me. Youโve known me since we were kids. Iโve seen you apologize to the wall after accidentally hitting it. And you were trying to be cool.โ
โDonโt make it weirdโโ
โItโs a little weird.โ He pointed at you. โYou were sitting right there in the co-pilot seat and you stuck the landing and I didnโt get anything. Not even a littleโโ he did a small, pointed golf clap.
โI said thank you.โ
โYou said nice.โ
โThatโs a complimentโโ
โNice.โ He said it again, flat, like he was reading a verdict. โFour years of flight school. Ten thousand hours. And all I get is nice.โ But the grin was back now, brighter than before, the one that had nothing self-conscious in it. โNext time I take you upโโ he leaned forward, elbows on knees, โโwhen we land, and we will land perfectly because I am excellent at my jobโyou clap. As much as you want. Make a whole thing of it. Stand up. Whistle if you feel moved.โ
โYou just want someone to clap for you.โ
โI want you to clap for me,โ he said, easy as anything, like the distinction barely needed explaining. โWhich is different.โ
He sat back and went back to the wind shear explanation like that had been a completely normal sentence to drop into the middle of a Sunday afternoon. When your knee ended up against his on the couch, he didnโt move.
He glanced down at it once. Then back up at whatever middle-distance thing he was describing with his hands.
Starting to get sleepy by the time I write for Rafa, but heeey, we must continue (หถห๐ทหหถ)
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summary: in which you ask the lads boys impossible questions.
ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, sylus & caleb
notes: xavier is lovely, zayne is yum, raf is weird (but doesnโt want to kill himself this time!!!), sylus is yum, caleb is weird! allusions to and explicit mentions of a fem! reader, mentions of death (no depictions or graphic descriptions obvi), mentions of cheating and general possessiveness/jealousy (but no actions i swear...) i think thatโs it (maybe)
p.s. this is based off of a req so thank yewww i hope you like it (even if just a tiny bit)
a/n: this one was done over the span of two days bc i lowkey fell asleep doing it and woke up disoriented as fuckkkk (so if there are spelling mistakes No There Are Not), itโs also a little eh forgive me </3 ty for reading (- -)(_ _)
I love thinking about Caleb in an alternate universe who's playing LADS and maining Mc/us
Because WE are walking around yearning for a guy we know will take care of us, keep us safe, and love us with everything he has
But Caleb in this alternate universe is sitting there like "Yeah I want someone who bullies me takes advantage of me and also never listens to anything I say ever"
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